Index of Poems
and Morpheus, Illusion, ?????, sliding, Reality, White Rabbit, depression, colors, tower of babbel,
Ripples and Woven,
Glooming,
Do you ever,
Shades,
Nightmares/Control,
shadow,
Hidden Meanings,
Corrupted Memories,
Swirling Unknown,
and Morpheus, Illusion, ?????, sliding, Reality, White Rabbit, depression, colors, tower of babbel,
Ripples and Woven,
Glooming,
Do you ever,
Shades,
Nightmares/Control,
shadow,
Hidden Meanings,
Corrupted Memories,
Swirling Unknown,
and Morpheus
And Morpheus tries to rule my dreams.
Bringing sweetness and hope,
terror and fear.
Wanting dreams of his making which I wash away to blackness.
My cleansing is hard,
I must by careful.
To try to hard to bring in the dark
I am the Lord and Master of my dreams
and each night I take them with care.
I run with nowhere to hide that is safe -
My thoughts come with me.
To end the dream,
to never dream again.
I am the Lord and Master.
And Morpheus tries to rule my dreams.
Bringing sweetness and hope,
terror and fear.
Wanting dreams of his making which I wash away to blackness.
My cleansing is hard,
I must by careful.
To try to hard to bring in the dark
I am the Lord and Master of my dreams
and each night I take them with care.
I run with nowhere to hide that is safe -
My thoughts come with me.
To end the dream,
to never dream again.
I am the Lord and Master.
Illusion
The elusive illusion of happiness.
The elusive illusion of contentment.
The elusive illusion of security.
The fleeting glimpse of joy.
Grasping the illusion to make it real.
The convincing of the mind.
Making the illusion a reality.
Making your dreams real.
No-one took your dreams
and no-one can take your dreams.
Swimming to the surface,
breathing the cool air of non-illusion.
Climbing the shore of the past
to be able to confront the future.
I am real.
The elusive illusion of happiness.
The elusive illusion of contentment.
The elusive illusion of security.
The fleeting glimpse of joy.
Grasping the illusion to make it real.
The convincing of the mind.
Making the illusion a reality.
Making your dreams real.
No-one took your dreams
and no-one can take your dreams.
Swimming to the surface,
breathing the cool air of non-illusion.
Climbing the shore of the past
to be able to confront the future.
I am real.
?????
Stare into space and think of the past.
Watch the earth bloom but see no beauty.
Feel the death and the dying,
see the beauty fade.
Realize that this is now your life,
faded, faded memories of the sun.
Crawl into the dark and embrace it.
Pain in my heart, pain in my soul.
The world has offered gloom and now I accept it.
Stare into space and think of the past.
Watch the earth bloom but see no beauty.
Feel the death and the dying,
see the beauty fade.
Realize that this is now your life,
faded, faded memories of the sun.
Crawl into the dark and embrace it.
Pain in my heart, pain in my soul.
The world has offered gloom and now I accept it.
sliding
sliding around in my mind
thoughts that are hard to grasp
cold shadows
hot taste of fear
shadows turned black
then blacker still
vibrating inside
waiting for more bad to come
knowing that more bad will come
bad is all that comes to me
sliding around in my mind
thoughts that are hard to grasp
cold shadows
hot taste of fear
shadows turned black
then blacker still
vibrating inside
waiting for more bad to come
knowing that more bad will come
bad is all that comes to me
Reality
My fear of the future is real, my terror of the present is real.
My confusion about the past, my confusion about the present
my confusion about the future holds me in its grip.
Life has served up doubt to me.
Doubt about my actions and reactions.
Cold hard reality, which once was room tempature,
since I met you has become frozen.
Your actions fueled my doubt, fear, confusion.
My fear of the future is real, my terror of the present is real.
My confusion about the past, my confusion about the present
my confusion about the future holds me in its grip.
Life has served up doubt to me.
Doubt about my actions and reactions.
Cold hard reality, which once was room tempature,
since I met you has become frozen.
Your actions fueled my doubt, fear, confusion.
White Rabbit
Follow the White Rabbit
fall into the hole.
Leave the White Rabbit
stay in the hole.
Drink me...
go ahead.
Eat me...
go ahead.
The Wonderland is false.
The hole is real.
Confusion.
Follow the White Rabbit
fall into the hole.
Leave the White Rabbit
stay in the hole.
Drink me...
go ahead.
Eat me...
go ahead.
The Wonderland is false.
The hole is real.
Confusion.
depression
Sliding deeper
warm
tight
grasping
pulsing
deeper
tighter.
Screaming
clawing
dark
depression.
May sound erotic, but it is not.
Sliding deeper
warm
tight
grasping
pulsing
deeper
tighter.
Screaming
clawing
dark
depression.
May sound erotic, but it is not.
colors
Grey are my days, red are my tears.
My thoughts and feelings are swirling colors.
Emotions drag on the dirt.
The way I have become is the way I will stay.
Fear breeds fear, and I fear the world.
I heard the call to life and I answered.
All I received for my effort was...
grey days, red tears
swirling colors
emotions dragged on the dirt.
Grey are my days, red are my tears.
My thoughts and feelings are swirling colors.
Emotions drag on the dirt.
The way I have become is the way I will stay.
Fear breeds fear, and I fear the world.
I heard the call to life and I answered.
All I received for my effort was...
grey days, red tears
swirling colors
emotions dragged on the dirt.
tower of babbel
Walk into the dark, scream into the void,
tower of babble in my head.
Around me is confusion,
inside me is nothing.
Look in the mirror and what do I see.
Confusion
dark
tower of babble
reflection of nothing in my eyes.
Nothing to reflect, nothing to feel,
only confusion
only void
tower of babbel in my head.
Walk into the dark, scream into the void,
tower of babble in my head.
Around me is confusion,
inside me is nothing.
Look in the mirror and what do I see.
Confusion
dark
tower of babble
reflection of nothing in my eyes.
Nothing to reflect, nothing to feel,
only confusion
only void
tower of babbel in my head.
Ripples and Woven
The ripples of life move in ever widening circles;
closer and more intense at the core.
The fabric of life has many strands
each woven into the main picture.
Vibrations from ripples fade after a while
and what caused the wake of unease will pass.
Strands of the woven cloth of life come in many colors
and can be cut, changed, altered.
The start is not the same as the end.
Some ripples are of your own choosing
some are made by the passing of others.
The cloth and strands are of your own choosing -
your choice of colors may be limited for a time,
but more colors are being made for you to choose.
Choose what ripples you can and ride the rest till the calm.
Choose what colors you can for the moment
and wait till time hands you more to choose from.
The ripples of life move in ever widening circles;
closer and more intense at the core.
The fabric of life has many strands
each woven into the main picture.
Vibrations from ripples fade after a while
and what caused the wake of unease will pass.
Strands of the woven cloth of life come in many colors
and can be cut, changed, altered.
The start is not the same as the end.
Some ripples are of your own choosing
some are made by the passing of others.
The cloth and strands are of your own choosing -
your choice of colors may be limited for a time,
but more colors are being made for you to choose.
Choose what ripples you can and ride the rest till the calm.
Choose what colors you can for the moment
and wait till time hands you more to choose from.
Glooming
The fog filled glooming has decended;
turning all into dim shapes, wraith like figures.
The time of not knowing if what you see is really there.
Trees reach with their bare branches that have been turned into claws.
The grass and rocks seem to exist only to trick you.
Flowers have lost their color, the sun has set.
Fog keeps you from seeing far, and what you see you fear.
The moon runs behind each cloud it finds as if it fears too.
Doorways are caverns, to be entered at your own risk.
Archways full of teeth.
The fog has crept into your mind.
Somehow you must find your way to safety,
running in fear while claws reach to rend your soul.
Sounds of footsteps following, are they echoes in your mind or real.
Does the fear exist in reality, or does the fear exist in your mind.
The fog filled glooming has decended;
turning all into dim shapes, wraith like figures.
The time of not knowing if what you see is really there.
Trees reach with their bare branches that have been turned into claws.
The grass and rocks seem to exist only to trick you.
Flowers have lost their color, the sun has set.
Fog keeps you from seeing far, and what you see you fear.
The moon runs behind each cloud it finds as if it fears too.
Doorways are caverns, to be entered at your own risk.
Archways full of teeth.
The fog has crept into your mind.
Somehow you must find your way to safety,
running in fear while claws reach to rend your soul.
Sounds of footsteps following, are they echoes in your mind or real.
Does the fear exist in reality, or does the fear exist in your mind.
Do you ever
Do you ever see what I can see?
I can sometimes see a dragon flitting from cloud to cloud
his scales gleaming gold and green.
Talons stretched, breathing out fire.
I can sometimes see this from the corner of my eye
and know that he is waiting for me to find the proper words
to call him by my side.
I can look at rocks underwater, smooth and cool,
and wonder how long they have been there.
How long will they remain.
Do they hold secrets, will they tell me.
How long did it take for the water to make the rocks smooth.
What do colors taste like, does the taste match the color
or is it a surprise.
Do you ever hear what I can hear?
I can stand in the silence of a grove of trees yet hear the footsteps of those who have past before.
I wish I could hear the thoughts of animals.
Are they simple thoughts of food, comfort, sometimes fear, sometimes joy.
Can you feel what I feel?
The cool slippery feeling of walking in mud.
The warmth and growing of the soil.
The simple pleasure of being.
Of all that you can see and all that you can imagine.
Do you ever? Did you ever?
Or was it just part of your imagination?
Do you ever see what I can see?
I can sometimes see a dragon flitting from cloud to cloud
his scales gleaming gold and green.
Talons stretched, breathing out fire.
I can sometimes see this from the corner of my eye
and know that he is waiting for me to find the proper words
to call him by my side.
I can look at rocks underwater, smooth and cool,
and wonder how long they have been there.
How long will they remain.
Do they hold secrets, will they tell me.
How long did it take for the water to make the rocks smooth.
What do colors taste like, does the taste match the color
or is it a surprise.
Do you ever hear what I can hear?
I can stand in the silence of a grove of trees yet hear the footsteps of those who have past before.
I wish I could hear the thoughts of animals.
Are they simple thoughts of food, comfort, sometimes fear, sometimes joy.
Can you feel what I feel?
The cool slippery feeling of walking in mud.
The warmth and growing of the soil.
The simple pleasure of being.
Of all that you can see and all that you can imagine.
Do you ever? Did you ever?
Or was it just part of your imagination?
Shades
Shades of the past, haunting the corridors of my mind
calling in a mournful voice that I am useless.
Chained in the coils of past losses
they have now chained me.
I believed what I was told, now I believe what the shades tell me.
Failure, doom, gloom,
all is lost
I tried and failed many times
and the depth of my failures are what the shades never let me forget.
If only I was able to see a light shining through the shades.
Shades of the past, haunting the corridors of my mind
calling in a mournful voice that I am useless.
Chained in the coils of past losses
they have now chained me.
I believed what I was told, now I believe what the shades tell me.
Failure, doom, gloom,
all is lost
I tried and failed many times
and the depth of my failures are what the shades never let me forget.
If only I was able to see a light shining through the shades.
Nightmares/Control
Control the nightmare.
Only if it is a dream.
If it is reality then leave it
to find it’s own ending.
A controlled reality nightmare
can become real
and what you think you control
has gone out of control.
The control is in your mind,
a thought of control
Not real.
Nightmares can be real,
nightmares can be in your mind.
Control is something you can have over yourself.
Trying to control dreams and others is futile
Control the nightmare.
Only if it is a dream.
If it is reality then leave it
to find it’s own ending.
A controlled reality nightmare
can become real
and what you think you control
has gone out of control.
The control is in your mind,
a thought of control
Not real.
Nightmares can be real,
nightmares can be in your mind.
Control is something you can have over yourself.
Trying to control dreams and others is futile
shadow
The moon, at night, is a cold silent orb
glowing at it’s roundest it casts your shadow.
A shadow that is somehow, and extension of you,
a friend you wish to show to others.
Crawling beside you, it seems to be your true self, your friend,
willing to stand up for you, giving you strength.
You try to introduce your friend, but others run in fear.
The fear that comes from not knowing, not wanting to know,
Not being willing to know.
Leaving you and your friend sitting to ponder...
Why do they run, why do they fear learning.
The moon, at night, is a cold silent orb
glowing at it’s roundest it casts your shadow.
A shadow that is somehow, and extension of you,
a friend you wish to show to others.
Crawling beside you, it seems to be your true self, your friend,
willing to stand up for you, giving you strength.
You try to introduce your friend, but others run in fear.
The fear that comes from not knowing, not wanting to know,
Not being willing to know.
Leaving you and your friend sitting to ponder...
Why do they run, why do they fear learning.
Hidden Meanings
Dreams in color, dreams in black and white.
Waters full of fish, hills to climb, sunny skies to see.
Danger to overcome, tasks to resolve.
Hidden meanings.
Stars that shine with bright feeling,
earth that calls.
Hidden meanings.
Feelings of heat, feelings of cold,
feelings of fear, feelings of strength.
Hidden meanings.
I caught the fish, climbed the hill.
Felt the heat of the sunny sky and
the cold of the bright stars.
The earth calls
hidden meanings.
Dreams in color, dreams in black and white.
Waters full of fish, hills to climb, sunny skies to see.
Danger to overcome, tasks to resolve.
Hidden meanings.
Stars that shine with bright feeling,
earth that calls.
Hidden meanings.
Feelings of heat, feelings of cold,
feelings of fear, feelings of strength.
Hidden meanings.
I caught the fish, climbed the hill.
Felt the heat of the sunny sky and
the cold of the bright stars.
The earth calls
hidden meanings.
Corrupted Memories
Dawn of memories corrupted to fit the needs of your mind.
Changed to only the good times, but times you wish you had.
Shining gold, riveting blue, wrapped up in the warmth of the red heat.
Then comes the night and your dreams.
Dreams that are lead by your inner mind,
telling the truth that is elusive by day and in your memories.
The gold does not shine,
the blue makes you look away in sadness and disgust.
The red heat is a fire that burns not warms.
Burns into your heart the truth that is covered by the corrupted memories.
Dawn of memories corrupted to fit the needs of your mind.
Changed to only the good times, but times you wish you had.
Shining gold, riveting blue, wrapped up in the warmth of the red heat.
Then comes the night and your dreams.
Dreams that are lead by your inner mind,
telling the truth that is elusive by day and in your memories.
The gold does not shine,
the blue makes you look away in sadness and disgust.
The red heat is a fire that burns not warms.
Burns into your heart the truth that is covered by the corrupted memories.
Swirling Unknown
Swirling unknown, sparks of paranoia
crawling dementia, founded and unfounded fears.
Flashes of cruelty,
cries of martyrdom.
Fear Fear Fear.
Heavy sounds of bias and
ethnic righteousness.
Cry to the captive listener,
the child brought up in these swirls.
The sense you make
is the sense you take
not the blather that is taught.
Swirling unknown, sparks of paranoia
crawling dementia, founded and unfounded fears.
Flashes of cruelty,
cries of martyrdom.
Fear Fear Fear.
Heavy sounds of bias and
ethnic righteousness.
Cry to the captive listener,
the child brought up in these swirls.
The sense you make
is the sense you take
not the blather that is taught.
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